Throwback Thursday: Parents on wheels

When my parents were young, Dad had a motor scooter (he went to Newquay on it once, I think, which must’ve taken a while). Mum used to ride on the back of it. Once, after a row, Mum sang ‘I’m sorry’ by Connie Francis into his ear.

After me and my sister were born, Mum and Dad would sometimes go on holiday without us and always hired a scooter.

[After scanning the above photo, I spent half an hour trying to find a pic of them on the scooter when they were young. I know I have one, but I can’t bloody find it. So annoying.]